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Thursday, June 28, 2012

Sometimes we all need our safe place, our haven. Although I haven't been there in several years, this is where I imagine myself to be when life gets too chaotic, hurtful, unfair and too much to bear. I imagine myself to be in the peace of Star Island, New Hampshire, sitting on East Rock at dawn, feeling the wet, salty breeze of the North Atlantic ocean on my face, hearing the non-stop cries of the seagulls, and watching the sun rise over the waves. Or looking out the chapel windows, imagining the time when cows went through the turnstile to feed. Or rocking in the rocking chairs on the front porch of the Oceanic Hotel, lime rickey in hand. I try to conjure up the feelings of peace and respite, calm and centeredness when the 'slings and arrows' as they say, come my way, when I feel misunderstood. We all need a place of peace.